Man, they're going to hate us. That was my first thought today while rummaging through my shit preparing to take the Netherlands by storm. Packing things up I ran across my Seahawks game day souvenir box-ticket stubs and game day giveaways like 12th man buttons, lime green G I Joe's 12th man Beanies, and other assorted random crap-and right on top I find a ticket stub from the last time the Redskins were in the playoffs.
I hadn't really considered the apprehension that must be going through Redskins fans have been going through facing the prospect of being eliminated by the same team for your only 3 trips to the playoffs in the last decade. It's quite a monkey on the back, I reckon. And I'm sure Skins fans are eager to shed it.
So they're gonna hate us tomorrow night, and we're going to be their Pittsburgh in a one way rivalry that only one side cares about or even knows exist. But field gulls will know.
And I'll also know I donated a lung being a part of it.